Chapter Nine
The shopkeeper added another silk sari to the growing pile in front of Cassandra. She had asked to go sari shopping with Gisela earlier in the week, but now just had no heart for it.
There was no point in buying beautiful saris since she never wanted to go into society again.
“Oh, Cassandra, this is one that you must take! Why, it is beautiful. Just feel the silk! It’s lovely.”
Gisela was trying to entice her, just as she had with all of the other saris the shopkeeper had put out for her inspection.
The fabric in front of her was indeed very soft and lovely to touch, but the pale pink color did not excite her. None of the saris did, nor did anything else.
Gisela had taken the lead with the shopkeeper, as he sat cross-legged on his spotlessly white divan, his wares array
